“Are you being serious right now?”
“No.” He laughed. “Sign me up. I’d be happy to take the class.”
“Okay,” I grinned. “I was about to slap you if you were being serious.”
“Wait until I tell Lucky about your violent tendencies.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, wait a few days before you make that call for the class, will you?”
“Why?”
“I’m going on a picnic tomorrow with Robin and Skylar.” He smiled.
“And?”
“You know!”
“You’re not expecting her to come to a parenting class because of one picnic, are you?” I gave him a look and he made a face. “I’m your older brother. I can still slap some sense into you. You cannot expect this girl to become a mother because one date goes well.”
“I’d like her to come.” His eyes flashed at me.
“Okay, okay.” I chuckled. “Who am I to say you’re moving too fast?” I shrugged. “I’ll wait, but let me know what happens after the date.”
“Thanks for your confidence in my dating capabilities.”
“Hey, we can’t all be me.”
“There goes any chance of me helping you plan the wedding of the year.”
“Whatever.” I laughed. “I can bridezilla you into doing what I want.”
“Oh God, no. I do not want to see my brother becoming a bridezilla.”
“Get out of here. I’m talking nonsense now.” I sat back down and grabbed my phone to call Leeza. I really didn’t want to get her involved, but I knew that Noah had a point. If anyone knew Lucky’s favorite colors and flowers, it would be Leeza. Girls talked about that stuff. I had no idea what she was into, besides in bed, and I was pretty positive that that knowledge wasn’t going to win me any points in planning a wedding. I grabbed my phone and realized that I had missed a text from Leo. I texted him back asking if he wanted to meet for lunch, and then called Leeza.
“It’s a sunny day in Florida.” A bright cheery voice answered the phone and I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Leeza?”
“This is Leeza, who is this?” She purred into the phone and it took all of my patience to not tell her off.
“It’s Zane.”
“Zane who?” Her voice became stiff.
“Zane Beaumont, your best friend’s fiancé.”
“Which best friend?”
“Leeza, I swear to God. This is Lucky’s fiancé.”
“Oh, what do you want?”
“I need your help.”
“No.”
“You haven’t even asked what for!”
“I don’t care.” Her voice sounded petulant. “I don’t like you and I don’t care what you want.”
“It’s for Lucky.”
“Is she okay?” She paused. “Oh my God, is she okay?”
“I guess you do care about her, huh?”
“She’s my best friend, and I have been in her life for years before you and will be in it for years after you.”
“You think so?”
“Chicks before dicks, ass**le.”
“Okay, Leeza. I get it. You don’t like me. You already know I can’t stand you. I won’t even pretend otherwise, but I need your help. The wedding is stressing Lucky out. I want to plan a surprise wedding for her, so that she doesn’t have to worry about it. I need your help.”
“Say that again.” Her voice sounded satisfied.
“Say what again?”
“That you need my help.”
“I need your help.”
“Beg me.”
“You’ve got to be f**king joking. I’m not begging you for shit.”
“Now, now, Zane. I guess you don’t really need my help.”
“If you want your best friend to have a good wedding, then you will help me.” I was about to end the phone call when she spoke again.
“Fine, I’ll help. I want a first-class ticket to Los Angeles, though.”
“What?” I shuddered.
“If I’m helping, I’m coming to the wedding.”
“It’s going to be in three weeks, though.”
“Then you definitely need my help.”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
“So what are her favorite flowers?”
“You don’t know that?” Her voice sounded shocked. “What sort of boyfriend are you?”
“Save your judgment for someone who cares. I know what flowers she likes, I want to know what flowers she loves so much that she would want a bouquet of them on her wedding day.”
“I don’t f**king know that.”
“What do you mean you don’t know that? Don’t you girls discuss shit like that?”
“Are you kidding me right now, Zane? We’re in college. Most college girls aren’t discussing what bouquets we want at our wedding, we’re talking about which guy we want to f**k next week.”
“You’re so crass.”
“You know you love it.”
“I do not have patience for you right now, Leeza.”
“She likes peonies, and roses, and daffodils.” Leeza sighed. “She loves the color yellow, and peaches and light blues as well. Don’t get her a form-fitting dress – she’s pregnant, so she won’t feel comfortable in that. You should wear a tuxedo. Make sure that your boutonniere matches her bouquet. It will show her that you thought things through properly. Where’s the wedding going to be?”
“I was thinking at a vineyard, in Napa Valley.” I answered her quickly, jotting down notes, surprised at how helpful she was being.
“Not a vineyard.” She sighed. “She’s pregnant, Zane. Use your brain. Napa is fine, but choose some beautiful field or something. Somewhere really picturesque. Lucky will love that.” She sounded wistful. “And don’t get her a white dress, it will get dirty, get something cream. She loves cream and it suits her complexion.”
“Okay, cream it will be.”
“I’ll look online and send you some links to some dresses she would like. Choose your favorite.”
“What size should I get?” I mumbled.
“Well, she normally wears a size 6 or 8, so I’m thinking get an 8 or 10.”
“Okay.”
“And no heels, get her some cute Tory Burch flats. I’ll send you the link. Lucky sucks at walking in heels.”